Ye Yuqiao pouted, sniffling as she said, "Can you not be so fierce to me in the future?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Chen Hao's brows furrowed even tighter, and he held onto Ye Yuqiao's injured left hand even more firmly. "I promise you, I will definitely control my temper from now on! I like you, really really like you, like the kind of like that means I should cherish and protect you, not hurt you like you're hurt right now."

"Mhm!" Ye Yuqiao felt even more wronged and then buried her head in Chen Hao's chest, sobbing loudly.

Chen Hao supported Ye Yuqiao's left hand with his right, while his left hand gently stroked her head. He decided not to press her about her sudden departure, thinking that he would wait until the day she wanted to tell him herself.

After crying in Chen Hao's arms for a while, Ye Yuqiao lifted her right hand and gently patted Chen Hao's head, sobbingly saying, "Remember, you've promised me that you won't be fierce to me anymore!"

"Mhm!" Chen Hao's face was filled with remorse, now holding a Ye Yuqiao who seemed very insecure.

Ten minutes later.

Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao sat opposite each other on the couch, by then Chen Hao had already bandaged Ye Yuqiao's wound.

Ye Yuqiao had stopped crying, but the trails of tears were still clearly visible on her face. Suddenly, she grabbed Chen Hao's left hand, gently bit the back of his hand, then puffed up her cheeks, looking at Chen Hao with resentful eyes, saying, "You've got some nerve, hurting your queen like that!"

Chen Hao couldn't help but laugh and cry. Even though he wouldn't ask about Ye Yuqiao's sudden departure anymore, he still couldn't help but have his doubts. After a silence, he made a bitter face and said to Ye Yuqiao, "If you want to wander off next time, could you please take me with you? I don't like wandering, so you must take me along!"

Hearing the emphasis in Chen Hao's voice, Ye Yuqiao asked in confusion, "If you don't like wandering, why do you want me to take you with me next time?"

"Because wherever Ye Yuqiao is, that's where my home is with Chen Hao," Chen Hao explained, holding Ye Yuqiao's hand. "Ever since grandpa passed away, you've been the motivation that keeps me going. A person only finds 'home' twice in their lifetime, so besides you, I have nowhere else to turn."

Ye Yuqiao looked at Chen Hao and was moved to tears once again. She only hoped that someday, when Chen Hao learned about a certain thing, he wouldn't regret choosing her as his 'home'.

"Oh, right," Chen Hao's gloomy face finally brightened with a smile, then he asked, "Didn't you take my Evil-Banishing Moon Sword?"

"What of it?" A touch of displeasure returned to Ye Yuqiao's somber face. "How come it's your Evil-Banishing Moon Sword? You've already given it to me as a gift; it's mine and of course, I would take it."

Chen Hao stuck his tongue out at Ye Yuqiao, mumbling softly, "I'm yours too, how come you don't take me with you?"

"Pff," Ye Yuqiao's tears turned into laughter. She raised her hand to gently pat on Chen Hao's shoulder and said, "How can you compare yourself to an object! Besides, not every object is worth taking."

Chen Hao's eyes sparkled with joy, seeing a Ye Yuqiao he had never seen before—a more tricky and mischievous side of her.

"Oh, right," Chen Hao remembered something else, suddenly pinched Ye Yuqiao's tear-swollen cheek, and asked her with an interrogative tone, "Who was that tall, rich, and handsome guy just now? What's your relationship with him? He seems to like you a lot, huh?"

Ye Yuqiao also raised her hand to pinch Chen Hao's face, disdainfully saying, "Someone's not jealous, are they? You saw it just now, he was actually filled with awe towards me. Do you think everyone is as brave as you to be that fierce to me?"

Chen Hao revealed a triumphant smile and let go of her face, saying, "You should call him back then, don't leave people waiting!"

"Don't you dare get jealous!" Ye Yuqiao glared at Chen Hao, and the hand pinching his face suddenly grew firmer. As she removed her hand from his face, her expression suddenly changed, chilling with an icy pressure in her eyes. She got up, took two steps forward, and said in an icy voice, "Zhao Chong, come out!"

In an instant, the slim and handsome Zhao Chong appeared.

Looking at Ye Yuqiao's red-rimmed eyes from crying and the bandaged wound on the back of her left hand, Zhao Chong felt deeply distressed. The last time he had seen her so heart-broken was over ten thousand years ago, when she learned that her father, the third-generation Nether King, had sacrificed his Yin Soul to seal the Gate of the Nether King.

Then, Zhao Chong's gaze shifted to Chen Hao, who was sitting on a couch to the right behind Ye Yuqiao. His brow furrowed deeply as he thought to himself that if Chen Hao dared to upset Ye Yuqiao again, he would never let Chen Hao off the hook.

"Zhao Chong, will you help me?" Ye Yuqiao asked in a vulnerable tone.

"Of course, I will," Zhao Chong promptly nodded with utmost sincerity in his voice. Not just to help, he would willingly die for Ye Yuqiao if it came to that. "If I had known earlier that you, with your Yang Soul, were still alive in the mortal world, I would have certainly come to look for you myself."

Ye Yuqiao took a step closer to Zhao Chong, her lips slightly curving upward.

In a trance, Zhao Chong seemed to see Ye Yuqiao from twenty thousand years ago, fifteen thousand years ago, ten thousand years ago. No matter how many years had passed, Ye Yuqiao remained ethereally stunning in his eyes.

"Then you must not kill him," Ye Yuqiao's expression turned cold again, "He is my hope, the hope of the entire Netherworld!"

Zhao Chong nodded, speaking with his hands clasped behind his back, "I know, when I saw the Heart of the Nether Eye over his left eye, I understood! Rest assured, as long as Zhao Chong is here, the seven Dharma Kings who want to kill him won't even think about setting foot on this ground!"

..

The next morning dawned.

In the Netherworld.

As the sky began to lighten, the Clan Leaders of the Eight Great Clans and the other seven Dharma Kings of the Ghost King's court all gathered in the grand hall of the Nether King, waiting for Zhao Chong to announce the verdict concerning the aftermath of King Ning's death.

"Is everyone present?" asked the Dark Law King, who had temporarily taken over the Ghost King's duties in the Netherworld.

Following that, the Dark Law King slowly walked up to Zhao Chong and inquired, "May I know how you, Group Leader Zhao, plan to handle the aftermath of King Ning's death?"

Zhao Chong lifted his head slightly, looking straight at the Nether King's throne as he spoke, "I personally went to the mortal world yesterday to understand the situation. It was King Ning who first murdered that boy's grandfather, who had raised him since childhood, thus bringing disaster upon himself!"

"Zhao Chong!" King Shuanglin burst out in fury, "What do you mean by those words? Are you saying King Ning deserved to die?"

Zhao Chong turned his head to look at King Shuanglin, his eyes flashing fiercely as he retorted, "Don't talk to me like that. Have you forgotten how I warned you the day before yesterday?"

Having said that, Zhao Chong flicked his sleeve, turning to leave, but not without leaving a clear message, "I've already made my point very clear! I expect everyone to remember to follow the rules!"

"You, Zhao Chong, come back here!" King Wumeng took a couple of steps forward, shouting after Zhao Chong's retreating figure.

Suddenly, the floor before him shattered into dust.

"Dark Law King, what's your take on this?" King Wumeng turned his head to look at the Dark Law King.

The Dark Law King was caught in a dilemma.

"Humph!" At that moment, Qian Feng stepped forward..

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